My Co-Pilot & Me

If you've followed this blog for any length of time, you probably understand that the youngest is my grandma all over again. Always busy. Usually sewing. Frequently baking. For the last few days she has been tucked away in her room alternating between cleaning, reading, and sewing a stack of quilt blocks. She's out of the house at the moment, but the tunes from her radio can still be heard drifting through the open windows. A song caught my attention and made me think of our road trip last week.

And for the record,

I do not promote girls in in orange shorts, 'shine, or "lightin' one up."

I gotta tell you, though, if we sang this song once, we sang it at least twenty times on our thirty-one hour road trip with the girl and me. She is the official bleeper of any and all curse words and Dr. Pepper is our substitute of choice for any mentioned drink of an alcoholic nature (this is my daughter we're talking about here).

We sure had a lot of fun.

We were tired. We got kinda loopy. We missed an exit once.

We saw a motorcycle fatality which was a sobering sight.
We saw Dale Jr's racing team which was driving way too fast.

We yelled "HOT DOG!" one too many times.

We were stuck in construction work,
stuck in rush-hour traffic, and
stuck in a car for way too long.

I can't wait to do it again.

Thanks for joining me, little lady